The Wilderness of Childhood

For several years, I’ve been an avid reader of many — many!  — pregnancy, birth, and parenting blogs.  (What can I say?  I love a reconnaissance mission!)

One of my very favorites in the parenting category is Lenore Skenazy’s Free-Range Kids: How to Raise Safe, Self-Reliant Children (Without Going Nuts With Worry).  At the blog — and in her book by the same name — Skenazy argues against the overprotective, independence-crushing, helicopter parenting so prevalent these days, and in favor of a more evidence-based, independence-fostering, common-sense approach to raising kids.

Her blog’s FAQ explains her philosophy in a convenient nutshell, and is worth a read — especially her answers to the questions “What prompted you to found the Free Range Kids movement?” and, especially, “Why were our parents different from today’s parents?”

Last week, I came across a thoughtful exposition in the free-range kids spirit: “The Wilderness of Childhood” in Manhood for Amateurs (2009), a collection of essays by Michael Chabon, a fortysomething father of four and an extremely talented writer.

I liked his take so much, I thought I’d share an excerpt here with you (boldface mine):

The thing that strikes me now when I think about the Wilderness of Childhood is the incredible degree of freedom my parents gave me to adventure there.  A very grave, very significant shift in our idea of childhood has occurred since then. The Wilderness of Childhood is gone; the days of adventure are past.  The land ruled by children, to which a kid might exile himself for at least some portion of every day from the neighboring kingdom of adulthood, has in large part been taken over, co-opted, colonized, and finally absorbed by the neighbors.

The traveler soon learns that the only way to come to know a city, to form a mental map of it, however provisional, and begin to find his or her own way around it, is to visit it alone, preferably on foot, and then become as lost as one possibly can.  I have been to Chicago maybe a half-dozen times in my life, on book tours, and yet I still don’t know my North Shore from my North Side, because every time I’ve visited, I have been picked up and driven around, and taken to see the sights by someone far more versed than I in the city’s wonders and hazards.  State Street, Halsted Street, the Loop — to me it’s all a vast jumbled lot of stage sets and backdrops passing by the window of a car.

This is the kind of door-to-door, all-encompassing escort service that we adults have contrived to provide for our children.  We schedule their encounters for them, driving them to and from one another’s houses so they never get a chance to discover the unexplored lands between. If they are lucky, we send them out to play in the backyard, where they can be safely fenced in and even, in extreme cases, monitored with security cameras.  When my family and I moved onto our street in Berkeley, the family next door included a nine-year-old girl; in the house two doors down the other way, there was a nine-year-old boy, her exact contemporary and, like her, a lifelong resident of the street.  They had never met.

The sandlots and creek beds, the alleys and woodlands have been abandoned in favor of a system of reservations — Chuck E. Cheese, the Jungle, the Discovery Zone: jolly internment centers mapped and planned by adults with no blank spots aside from doors marked STAFF ONLY. When children roller-skate or ride their bikes, they go forth armored as for battle, and their parents typically stand nearby.

There are reasons for all of this.  The helmeting and monitoring, the corralling of children into certified zones of safety, is in part the product of the Consumer Reports mentality, the generally increased consciousness, in America, of safety and danger. To this one might add the growing demands of insurance actuarials and the national pastime of torts.  But the primary reason for this curtailing of adventure, this closing off of Wilderness, is the increased anxiety we all feel over the abduction of children by strangers; we fear the wolves in the Wilderness.  This is not a rational fear; in 1999, for example, according to the Justice Department, the number of stranger abductions in the United States was 115.  Such crimes have always occurred at about the same rate; being a child is exactly no more and no less dangerous than it ever was.  What has changed is that the horror is so much better known. At times it seems as if parents are being deliberately encouraged to fear for their children’s lives, though only a cynic would suggest there was money to be made in doing so.

The endangerment of children — that persistent theme of our lives, arts, and literature over the past twenty years — resonates so strongly because, as parents, as members of preceding generations, we look at the poisoned legacy of modern industrial society and its ills, at the world of strife and radioactivity, climatological disaster, overpopulation, and commodification, and feel guilty.  As the national feeling of guilt over the extermination of the Indians led to the creation of a kind of cult of the Indian, so our children have become cult objects to us, too precious to be risked.  At the same time they have become fetishes, the objects of an unhealthy and diseased fixation.  And once something is fetishized, capitalism steps in and finds a way to sell it.

What is the impact of the closing down of the Wilderness on the development of children’s imaginations?  This is what I worry about the most.  I grew up with a freedom, a liberty that now seems breathtaking and almost impossible.  Recently, my younger daughter, after the usual struggle and exhilaration, learned to ride her bicycle. Her joy at her achievement was rapidly followed by a creeping sense of puzzlement and disappointment as it became clear to both of us that there was nowhere for her to ride it — nowhere that I was willing to let her go.  Should I send my children out to play?  There is a small grocery store around the corner, not over two hundred yards from our front door.  Can I let her ride there alone to experience the singular pleasure of buying herself an ice cream on a hot summer day and eating it on the sidewalk, alone with her thoughts?  Soon after she learned to ride, we went out together after dinner, she on her bike, with me following along at a safe distance behind. What struck me at once on that lovely summer evening, as we wandered the streets of our lovely residential neighborhood at that after-dinner hour that had once represented the peak moment, the magic hour of my own childhood, was that we didn’t encounter a single other child.

Even if I do send them out, will there be anyone to play with?


Six Healthy Birth Practices

For anyone interested in learning about healthy childbirth, Lamaze International’s Six Healthy Birth Practices are a fantastic resource.  If you are pregnant, finding a maternity care provider who supports the practices (not all do!) is a great step forward on the path toward a healthy, satisfying birth.

Two outstanding birth blogs — Science and Sensibility and Giving Birth With Confidence, both affiliated with Lamaze — recently hosted a series of wonderful blog carnivals, one for each of the Six Healthy Birth Practices.

(For those not familiar, a blog carnival is the blogosphere equivalent of a special issue of a magazine: the carnival host solicits entries on a particular subject; bloggers in the field submit their best and most relevant blog posts for consideration; and the carnival host collects, edits, annotates, and publishes links to the posts, creating an excellent round-up of the most cutting-edge information on the subject at hand.)

The blog posts selected for the Six Healthy Birth Practices blog carnivals are thought-provoking, fascinating, and well-informed.  Reading them can be addictive — and will introduce you to many of the best pregnancy, birth, and mothering blogs out there!

Here, I’ve collected links to Lamaze International’s articles and videos on the Six Healthy Birth Practices (the Lamaze website itself can be somewhat of a maze to navigate), as well as links to all six of the blog carnivals, all in one place!

Explore, watch, read, and revisit at your leisure.  I hope you find this collection of links helpful!

Six Healthy Birth Practices: Introduction

Healthy Birth Practice 1:
Let Labor Begin On Its Own

::  Practice 1 overview and evidence-based article from Lamaze
::  Blog Carnival 1

Healthy Birth Practice 2:
Walk, Move Around, And Change Positions Throughout Labor


::  Practice 2 overview and evidence-based article from Lamaze
::  Blog Carnival 2

Healthy Birth Practice 3:
Bring A Friend, Loved One, or Doula For Continuous Support

::  Practice 3 overview and evidence-based article from Lamaze
::  Blog Carnival 3

One great way to find a doula near you is doulamatch.net, a site that allows you to search for a doula by your due date and location, and that provides informative doula profiles and client testimonials, too!  You can also search for doulas at DONA International, the non-profit organization that is the gold standard in doula training.

Healthy Birth Practice 4:
Avoid Interventions That Are Not Medically Necessary

::  Practice 4 overview and evidence-based article from Lamaze
::  Blog Carnival 4

Healthy Birth Practice 5:
Avoid Giving Birth On Your Back And Follow Your Body’s Urges To Push


::  Practice 5 overview and evidence-based article from Lamaze
::  Blog Carnival 5

Healthy Birth Practice 6:
Keep Mother And Baby Together – It’s Best For Mother, Baby, and Breastfeeding

::  Practice 6 overview and evidence-based article from Lamaze
::  Blog Carnival 6


Summertime Changes

Howdy, folks!  For the next month and a half, posts here at A Life in Season may be a bit shorter and less frequent than usual — for me, these upcoming weeks will be a busy time, happily filled with many out-of-town visitors to be entertained, and big (non-blog-related) projects to be tackled.

For this short while, on the blog I’ll be featuring mostly favorite book excerpts, quotes, and links to good content elsewhere on the ‘net, until the time arrives where I can generate more original content again!

But you have my word: by the Summer Solstice, the blog will be back, with a few exciting new changes!

In the meantime, enjoy the extra breathing space that summertime offers.  Remember to slow down, unplug, relax, and make time for family and friends, old and new.  There is no better season!

A thought to that end:

One of the greatest titles we can have is “old friend”.  We never appreciate how important old friends are until we are older.  The problem is we need to start our old friendships when we are young.  We then have to nurture and grow those friendships over our middle age when a busy life and changing geographies can cause us to neglect those friends.  Today is the day to invest in those people we hope will call us “old friend” in the years to come.

- Grant Fairley


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